Category Archives: Awareness

WHO AM I ?

 


PHOTOGRAPH   SANDRA SCHOU

WHO AM I

 

Who am I,

He wondered at ten

And who will I become

Will I be famous

For what he bethought

Will I still be My Father’s Son,

And why am I here by this bubbly brook

With a squirrel and larks nearby

He mulled and decided

If asked oft enough

That one day

He’d surely know why.

He flew the coop they’ll

One day say

He flew

After

Waving

Goodbye.

We thought we saw him

Up high in the clouds

He flew and

He flew and on

He flew.

He flew

After

Waving

Goodbye,

To return

In the

Nigh and nigh.

By Lee Broom

IT’S NOT REALLY DANCING

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It’s not really dancing.

It’s the joy  we share.

It is deep within us, it is always there.

Some call it Love. It is April. It’s Home.

The Gift of Life; we know where it’s from.

 

We clap. We hum; will it disappear?

Perhaps we lack focus. What now do we hear?

The Sound of Silence?

Are we lonely now?

Yes, for the moment.

The Stillness of Tao.

 

Harken the rhythm. We’re not apart.

We hum. Yes we do, to the beat of our heart.

We hum with our pulse. Really? We hum.

And then…..

We rise up and dance.

 

But it isn’t really dancing… not really… is it?

 

BEAUTIFUL !

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Email from a friend

“Beautiful!

I rode my bike to work again.

I like the winter rye grass

Our roses are starting to bloom again

I left my wife a poem by Walt Whitman on the coffee pot…..

Here is a poem by Kurt Vonnegut that I love

JOE HELLER

True story, Word of Honor:
Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer
now dead,
and I were at a party given by a billionaire
on Shelter Island.

I said, “Joe, how does it make you feel
to know that our host only yesterday
may have made more money
than your novel ‘Catch-22′
has earned in its entire history?”
And Joe said, “I’ve got something he can never have.”
And I said, “What on earth could that be, Joe?”
And Joe said, “The knowledge that I’ve got enough.”
Not bad! Rest in peace!”

 

IT’S NOT REALLY DANCING

lee_broom

It’s not really dancing.

It’s the joy  we share.

It is deep within us, it is always there.

Some call it Love. It is April. It’s Home.

The Gift of Life; we know where it’s from.

 

We clap. We hum; will it disappear?

Perhaps we lack focus. What now do we hear?

The Sound of Silence?

Are we lonely now?

Yes, for the moment.

The Stillness of Tao.

 

Harken the rhythm. We’re not apart.

We hum. Yes we do, to the beat of our heart.

We hum with our pulse. Really? We hum.

And then…..

We rise up and dance.

 

But it isn’t really dancing… not really… is it?